Real boy Stories

Story telling in both verse and prose What is in the Well? Chapter 1: Wooden Boy1 It's hard to say when it began  My thoughts of being a boy  My Master Carver built me I was his greatest joy Someone to share his life with  To play with and enjoy The same to tell his stories to  Not just another wooden toy Then something magical occurred  It happened just like that  Wink of eye and snap of finger  And like a rabbit out of...

I want to be that wooden boy I wish to have that life of ease With strings to lift and pull me up  With no responsibilities Some days I'm down - too tired to play  But as a toy and wooden boy  I'd just have fun and play all day  Games and puzzles I'd employ Go ahead and string me up  It won't be a surprise to me  I'm looking forward to it  Somehow it is my destiny The wooden boy - his great desire  To be a real child But...